Had to post these , I saw this at the WaWa where I got my coffee....
Drop dead gorgeous , ground up resto-mod on I think a 46- 47 .... the color is dark brown.
Left before I could talk to the guy.... I'm guessing Vette powered
man oh man, my Uncle had a 1942 Super Deluxe coupe with a Ford 5.0 and AOD in her. He built her back in the late 80s. There's pictures of me, bout 4 or 5, polishing out the original trim and wheels, getting the rust pits out.
looking at that one, depending on the mods he did with the grill, she may not be a 46-47. I'd have to see the back. She almost looks like a 42... man they're rare.
good times, good times.
"at the WaWa where I got my coffee" brings back memories too when I was stationed on the East Coast, and the CC's joking with us as they put us into "proper shape." At first I had no idea what a "WaWa" was... and was always "beat" the most for chuckling. Then it became my go-to place for good coffee too thereafter as long as I was stationed over there in Va.
we had leftover pork loin with some rice tonight. All in all, good grubbing. Weather here is yet again, the envy of all those freezing more East or North. Flagstaff I guess is getting cold, but we're barely dipping into the freezing levels in the early morning yet. I honestly miss the snow, my girl thinks I'm nuts
I have a question for the campfire, I really could use all your advice and such.
When I used to do CAS, I didn't have a half-pint.
Now, she's 4. Doing her own chores already too, helping with putting silverware away, and feeding the cat in the mornings. She's already been taught the difference between "tools" and "toys." Her Mom sews, I work on cars, and we both do medieval reenactment as well, so along with that saber I have a claymore, and Scottish Highland Broadsword. Along with all the practice weapons like shinai and such.
but for me, for some reason this is different and a bit uncharted territory for both of us.
My Mom is still, to this day scared to death of guns, and only "trusts them" when I'm around. Comes with being my Mom and me and my partner cleaning our guns at home sometimes, along with our friends showing what new purchases they had gotten. Anyway, her Dad was a decorated soldier in WWII. He despised guns.
So I grew up in a household with no guns basically til I was about 14 and my Dad and my cousins (ironically on my mom's side) wanted me to learn the "family trade"... they're all LEs of some sort or fashion, or were at one point in time. First gun I shot was a 1911 government model my cousin used to protect Ronald Reagan and still to this day loves the Presidential Seals on their hilts, and never having to use it in duty.
My girl, her family didn't allow games with guns, or even movies with guns. Somehow her dad though, found his old bb gun, thought it was empty and "jokingly shot" at her. Yep, it was loaded...
so needless to say she's a bit lost on the subject too.
just now she came up with the idea of getting little half-pint some real looking (as good as they get now, part of the point) cap guns for her. Basically same rules for those as the real thing. They get locked up in the safe, same rules too basically. She only can get them out when we practice drawing, dry-firing, or cleaning. Basically in that, it sounds good. She can check if they're empty, every time. She can clean them when we clean ours. She can practice drawing when I practice mine.
all in all, it sounds good in theory, but how often can the best intentions pave the way?
for the record, right now, when I'm tuning or cleaning them, half-pint is in the other room with her leapfrog, or watching shows or general tomfoolery with the cat. She knows they're a type of tool, and she isn't old enough and they're off limits. They get locked back up every time they come out.
I know I'm new to being a family man, but I know most of you aren't. What's your advice? I'd greatly appreciate it.
News & Blogs
Home
Posts
Recent Posts
Help
Business Directory
Calendar
Advertising Rates
Contact Us
Login
Register
